All My Trials

Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mother's born to die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Jordan river is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul

All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

If living were a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live
And the poor would die

All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over

Hush little baby, don't you cry



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Stool, Rita Greene
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